"Dear Jerk:
I cannot believe that after 70 different titles under my belt, this never occurred to me. I am disheartened that such a miraculous sensation of science-fiction has been released under a name that is not my own. If only I were not dead, I would destroy you with such a jealousy fury - the world would never be the same.
With Love,
Jules Verne"
"Hey:
Who do you think you are? I resent you tampering in my genre like this. What kind of madman turns such a repulsive creature into something so adorable? You're messing with people's minds and I don't like it one bit.
Sincerely,
S. Freud"
"Dear Mr. Webb:
I would like to congratulate you on your recent publication, cleverly entitled 'Mattropolis.' I would like to say that I enjoyed this tale, however I was so enraged that I had not thought of this first I accidentally tossed the entire demonic reading machine out my window. Now I will read nothing. You've ruined everything. Thanks.
On The Brink,
E. R. Burroughs"
Please feel free to see what all the anger is about by checking out "Mattropolis" for yourself.
It'll change you. We promise.
